Strong-Arm Songtext / Lyric

Pent up and chewed up at a fleeting glance
Misconstrued in the mood for assistance
- Flames fanned with compliance
We all have fallen fouls
And forced the striking hand
Indiscriminate and loathe
To now backtrack ? See red and fight fast Punishment is somehow
Always due somewhere down the line
Until this realisation dawns:
Spare the rod and you'll arise Spare it! Spare the rod and you'll arise

A strong-arm is for bleak times -
But spare this rod and arise

Pent up and chewed up at a fleeting glance
Misconstrued in the mood for assistance
- Flames fanned with compliance
We all have fallen foul
And forced the striking hand
Indiscriminate and loathe
To now backtrack ? See red and fight fast

Flurries of blows to tenuously prove that dialogue
Rarely makes things right
Until this realisation dawns:
Talk it through, gain insight

Talk through! Talk it through, gain insight

A strong-arm is for bleak times -
But talk it through, gain insight.

So spare this rod and arise